| Course 4: Contemporary: It’s Only a Scratch!
Author: Dr Armageddon Endikut
Date: 06-02-12 09:36
I was driving my car trying to Parallel Park it, listening to some mad scratches in my sweet sound system, Parallel Parking was never my strong suit, I accidentally backed into some old car.
“My car! My 1948 Tucker! Do you know what you just scratched with your carelessness?” a cranky old man with a cane said to me.
“I need to go,” I said.
“There are only fifty one of these in existence!” the old man said looking at the scratch.
“It’s only a scratch,” I said.
“Only a scratch? Only A Scratch? ONLY A SCRATCH? Do you know what it would take to repair this mess?” the old man said.
“You can just cover it up with a little paint,” I said.
“A little paint, A Little Paint, A LITTLE PAINT! This paint has been discontinued!” the old man said.
“I guess repaint it,” I said snidely.
“Do you know what it cost to have a classic car like this with all the curves and chrome?” the old man said.
“It would buff right out, bye” I said.
“You disrespectful punk!” he said grinding his cane into my new sneakers.
“You dissing my shoes? You Dissing My Shoes? YOU DISSING MY SHOES?” I said one does not scuff up a man’s shoes, no matter what generation, I scratching his car was an accident, but he was intentional.
“You dissed as you say my car, they can make millions of your sneakers, but there are only fifty one 1948 Tucker Sedans,” the old man said.
“Do you know how much I had to save for these sneakers?” I asked.
“Nothing compared to what I paid for my car!” the old man said.
“Why are we talking about your car when we are talking about my shoes?” I said.
“Because it started with my car!” the old man said.
“Your car, your car, that’s all you care about your car! What about my sneakers?” I said.
“I’ve seen better, look at mine, these can land you a good job, in fact these did, Florsheims, now that is a shoe, you know what your shoes say about you? You care more about fancy crud that can be easily scuffed and ruined while mine shows I take care of good things and that they last,” the old man said.
“Hey old man, I didn’t want a lecture, I’m late for a job interview because you love your car sooo much,” I said.
“Where are you applying?” the old man asked.
“Isao, Lainhardt, & Bonds” I said.
“That’s a good ad agency, full of honest people, they are concerned about maintaining their client’s image,” the old man said.
“I know that, I can definitely bring in new customers, I am the bomb when it comes to ads,” I said.
“You have to remember first impressions are everything, in a city like New York, you have to tread carefully,” the old man said looking into my blue eyes and pale skin.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“I’m Samuel Bonds of Isao, Lainhardt and Bonds, I’ll give you a second chance, something I wasn’t offered, and it was over a dumber reason than a car and sneakers, come back next week in a suit, tie and some professional shoes. I’ll give you a trial run, if you can do what you claim you can have the job, oh and scratch the thug attitude,” the old man said rubbing his curly grey hair, he scratched his caramel colored cheek.